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You've always been drawn to Javier Peña's rugged charm, his piercing gaze and his confidence. There's just something about him that makes you weak in the knees every time he walks into a room, which is inconvinient, considering that you have to work with him almost every day. Although it's rather easy to control yourself when you're in the office, it becomes a nightmare when it's just the two of you.
"Can you remind me why I agreed to this? I sound like an idiot" You were in Javier's appartment, reading a small paper that he had written for you.
"No you don't. And you're the one who asked me to help you with your English" He said with that irresistable smirk of his, which only made you feel more embarrassed. "C'mon, read it again, I know you can."
You stared at him for a moment, deciding if you should continue with this or just leave him there. At that moment you made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and you realised that you didn't want to stop looking at them. Ever. You sighed loudly, lifting the paper to take a look at it while you recited in the slowest possible way "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?"
"Well" he said, trying to contain his laughter "you definitely tried. Making up the pronunciation of every word, but you tried." When you pulled a face, he bursted out laughing.
"Huevón" (asshole) You muttered under your breath as you got up from the sofa and turned to leave. "Espera, perdona, no quería reírme. Quédate. Si no quieres seguir podemos hacer otra cosa" (Wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. Stay. If you don't want to continue we can do something else) He had grabbed your wrist so lightly that you thought you were imagining it. "¿Y qué sugieres, Javier?" (And what do you suggest, Javier?) He slowly slid the hand what was on your wrist in a featherlight touch up your arm, while his warm eyes locked with yours. He was leaning dangerously close to you "I have a couple of ideas".
You looked down at his lips for a second, before sitting back down and grabbing the paper again, hands shaking slightly. How you could resist him was still a mistery to you, but you didn't want to do anything that could make things weird at work, no matter how much you actually wanted it. He sat next to you, much closer that before, and your breath hitched involuntarily. You tried to focus your attention on the paper, but your thoughts were running wild. Despite that, you tried to keep your cool and started reciting, faster than before "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled pekp PUTA MADRE" You cursed frustrated, dropping your head in your hands.
"You know, I know a way to loose a tied tongue." You raised your head, looking at him in disbelief. "I know you want it, cariño, don't try to deny it." Javier's hand moved to your knee, resting there enough to make you go crazy, but trying to be respectful in case he had read you wrong. "Es sólo para ayudarte con el inglés, podemos parar cuando quieras" (This is just to help with your English, we can stop whenever you want).
Your gaze dropped to his lips "Javi, this is not very professional". The moment his name left your mouth in that soft sigh he know he had you. "I won't tell if you won't tell" he whispered, his voice sounding even lower than normal.
You could feel the electricity around you while you waited for him to close the space between you, but he wasn't moving. And he didn't have any intention on doing so. So you leaned in, trapping his lips in a searing kiss that knocked the air from you lungs and sent shivers running down your body. When his hand that wasn't on your leg moved to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair, you sighed, opening your mouth just enough for him to properly taste you, tongues finally tying together.